429 – Bitter wake up

A grain of salt,
A pint of blood,
A little faith
And a lot of luck.

There was no answer,
The number was right,
The line was dead,
Nobody home.

Smiling tattooed Buddhas
Promised us a swift release
Until we went full throttle
And slammed against a wall.

Reality overloaded
And glitched out into chaos,
Melting down into a puddle
Of madness.

What’s left for us now?

Sit alone,
Sit in silence,
Sit in peace…
Or just sit.